A Gift For Nine
It’s 3pm and so it shall begin…First comes the drinking then the fist…if I am lucky he will miss…if he succeeds I will pay a great price…under my bed I will cling to my life…finally it is late and he passes out on the couch…I am safe for now and must make like a mouse…quiet and careful to not wake him up…his wrath I will endure if he begins to stir…so I tip-toe around and out the door…to a place I know where I am safe…the tree house he made me when I was 8...He will not venture far into the night…here I will hide until tomorrow night…when it all begins again and I must try to overcome the things in this life that make me cry…one day I will go and never return…but for now I have no choice but to give in and go on…if he takes it out on me…she shall be safe…from the wrath of a father who no longer embraces…My gift to her is whole and selfless and pure…she is only 9 and would never be able to endure…I am strong and have faith that this trail will end…one day I will be free…one day I will be a man…who is gentle and loving…filled with care and compassion…I will never be him nor even mention…the name of the monster who strikes in the night…I am safe now it seems until the break of light.
Copyright © Corby Blanton | Year Posted 2012
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